Paul Newman and A Way Back Home

Chapter 2

"Wait a minute...are we in Tulsa?" I asked the gang, as our group got up and dusted ourselves off.

"We sure are," the tough one said. I could just see the Dallas Winston in him by looking into his eyes. His eyebrows were like large caterpillars, but he had a charming look to him. Even though S.E. Hinton stated that he was "anything but handsome," that was not the case. He was quite a gentleman, as he picked Emma up and kissed her on the hand.

"Let's go to Ponyboy's and carry the conversation over there," the boy with the Mickey Mouse shirt announced. I had to admit: he was cute, and he seemed about eighteen. He had dark blond hair, long sideburns and sky blue eyes slightly lighter than mine.

"That okay with you, Darry?"

"Yeah, let's go."

We all plopped down on the couch, and I was internally screaming because the cute Mickeyholic decided to sit next to me.

"So, where you gals from?" the movie star handsome boy exclaimed.

I answered on behalf of the group pointing to each of my best friends and said, "I'm Anna, that's Liv, Emma, Sammy, Lilia, and Kate. We're from a whole new different world, really. You wouldn't know."

The guys chuckled. I couldn't believe that I made the Greasers laugh.

"I guess it's our turn to introduce ourselves," a young looking boy, probably around 14, timidly acknowledged. "I'm Ponyboy Curtis."

"Two-Bit Matthews. The name's Keith, but just call me Two."

"Dallas," the tough guy began to say, mainly looking at Emma. "Dallas Winston."

"Darry Curtis."

"Sodapop Curtis. You can call me Soda."

"Johnny Cade," a young boy dressed in jeans and a jean jacket stated, almost whispering.

Suddenly, we heard someone else's footsteps, and saw a guy with a piece of chocolate cake in his hand.

"And that's Steve!" the whole gang yelled. We all bursted out laughing.

Man, it sure was a pleasure to be with my favorite people in the world.